Ode to Peanut Butter
[editor's note: peanut butter is the root of all evil]
Brown,
soft,
Not at all like butter.
Or peanuts for that matter.
Yet it I want.
And it I shall have.
Flying to the kitchen,
I smack into a window.
Oops.
Yet, lo, the cabinet!
Onward, hungry mice!
The cabinet I reach,
And open, too.
Quivering in anticipation of yummy peanut butter taste.
But no! It is not within my grasp!
Oh, woe is me, alas, alas!
Leap I must,
With naught to break my fall.
Yet I survive,
And I hold, within my hand,
The power of peanut butter!
Wow.
-Cruel Semantic Woman